Kage Mirai: I will look into putting my NC-17 story on Thank you for the suggestion, but it will have to wait until I have finished the story. Anyway, I am working on this as fast as I can, but it is very hard to think up cruel things to do to Weasley and Dursley... And I think my Marvolo muse has abandoned me, which is really NOT good at all. Fucking snake...

Dedication: To Kage Mirai for being the only person, when I started writing this, to have reviewed.

Disclaimer: I own Krista and the plot. All recognizable characters belong to Rowling. I wish I was making money for writing this, it would be nice to have some source of income at the moment, but sadly I am not. So you can't sue me for this. Besides I have no money to give you even if you did sue me... I also don't own the Shakespeare scene in this chapter.

A Change of Fate

Feels Like Power

By dinner, Harry had tattooed all of his followers at Hogwarts, including Lucius and Mr. Nott, both whom had come at Severus' Floo Summons. Harry had been unsure how the Mark would work when tattooed on top of Lord Voldemort's, but upon Marking Severus, Krista, and Lucius, he found it worked perfectly. Even better was when he tattooed Theodore Nott's father, the first of the Death Eaters outside of Severus, Krista, and Lucius to be Marked. He called each person, so they would recognize a calling and to make sure it worked. Mr. Nott had expected pain. That much had been evident on his face just before the young Lord Pharames called him. When he felt the first twinges of the call, he had actually winced, then the full force of the pleasurable calling took him. He was panting for more when it stopped. A reaction which caused Harry supreme pleasure himself.

As the group of first year Slytherins, with Hermione of course, made their way to the Slytherin table for dinner, they were stopped by Weasley and Dursley. "Oh good," Harry kept his voice cool, disinterested "You will come to my father's library again tonight. After all, you have another portion of your debt to pay up tomorrow at breakfast."

With that, Harry walked away, leading his followers to the Slytherin table. Hermione, placing her hand over the invisible mark on her arm, cast a scathing glance at her fellow Gryffindors and followed her lord before either boy could get a word in edge wise.

Harry, Draco, Tracy, Hermione, Lucius, Krista, and Severus were sitting in the Potion Master's library, waiting for Weasley and Dursley to show up. When the angry knock finally came, Severus answered the door at Harry's nod.

"If you knock down my door Mr. Weasley or even so much as mar the wood, I will personally see to it that you have detention for three months with Filch!" He snarled upon throwing open the door. "Now get in here before I give you detention for a week with me!"

All Gryffindor bravery fled from the two boys as they hurried into the room, certain that they hurried to their own dooms. They hurried right up to Harry's chair with looks of pure terror on their faces, as if they already knew the fate that awaited them. 'If only they knew,' Harry thought with a wicked smirk. 'They would run from this room like the Hufflepuffs they are.'

"It was so good of you both to come." Harry's voice held a dark menacing ridicule in it, as if it were itself a weapon he was using to crush them. "Tomorrow at breakfast, you will be acting out a scene from a very famous Muggle play by a man called Shakespeare. The play is called Romeo and Juliet, and you will act the entire thing out as I tell you to."

Lucius handed the two boys copies of the scene's script. "Hermione will play the Nurse. You Weasel are to be Romeo. Meaning you Dursley are Juliet." Harry smirked. "You two will memorize the scene. As you can see, you names have been written in wherever it said Romeo and Juliet. Oh and the kissing scene at the end, you have to do that as well."

The two Gryffindors both choked. "KISSING?" They gasped as one. "Yes, it is part of the script and must be proformed." Severus sneered, forcing the two boys out of his library. Hermione followed after, she had already memorized the scene. "Good night, milord." She muttered quietly, kissing his hand. "Good night Professor." With that, she shut the library door behind her and dragged the two Gryffindor boys back to their common room.

"Breakfast should prove to be very entertaining." Krista sighed with a knowing smile. "Yes Mother, I believe it will be." Harry smirked as he stroked Marvolo's head.

The next morning, the Great Hall was buzzing with tales of what happened the day before. Everyone, teachers and students alike, wondered if something would happen again today because, after all, Sunday was a bad day to do something like that. The Hall was always at least half empty. When Ronald Weasley and Dudley Dursley stood up again this morning, everyone looked up with rapt attention, making the two Gryffindors even more nervous.

Calling up the stupid courage that only Gryffindors posses, the two raised their heads proudly. "Today we will grace your attentions with a scene from the Muggle play Romeo and Juliet." Dursley announced. Hermione had told the two the best way to introduce the scene. "We pray for your good graces in this little bit of entertainment."

With that, Dursley stood up on top of the table with Weasley beneath him. Hermione remained in her seat as she read the stagelines and played the Nurse.

Hermione "Enter Ronald."

Ronald "He jests at scars that never felt a wound."

Hermione "Dudley appears above at a window."

Ronald "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:

Be not her maid, since she is envious;

Her vestal livery is but sick and green

And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.

It is my lady, O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?

Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.

What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,

As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.

See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!"

Dudley "Ay me!"

Ronald "She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

As is a winged messenger of heaven

Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air."

Dudley "O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet."

Ronald Aside "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"

Dudley "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name which is no part of thee

Take all myself."

Ronald "I take thee at thy word:

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;

Henceforth I never will be Romeo."

Dudley "What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night

So stumblest on my counsel?"

Ronald "By a name

I know not how to tell thee who I am:

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

Because it is an enemy to thee;

Had I it written, I would tear the word."

Dudley "My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words

Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:

Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"

Ronald "Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike."

Dudley "How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?

The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,

And the place death, considering who thou art,

If any of my kinsmen find thee here."

Ronald "With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;

For stony limits cannot hold love out,

And what love can do that dares love attempt;

Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me."

Dudley "If they do see thee, they will murder thee."

Ronald "Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,

And I am proof against their enmity."

Dudley "I would not for the world they saw thee here."

Ronald "I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;

And but thou love me, let them find me here:

My life were better ended by their hate,

Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."

Dudley "By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

Ronald "By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;

He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.

I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far

As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,

I would adventure for such merchandise."

Dudley "Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,

Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek

For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night

FainÁ would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny

What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!

Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'

And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,

Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries

Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:

Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,

I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,

So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,

And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:

But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true

Than those that have more cunning to be strange.

I should have been more strange, I must confess,

But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,

My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,

And not impute this yielding to light love,

Which the dark night hath so discovered."

Ronald "Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear

That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--"

Dudley "O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

That monthly changes in her circled orb,

Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

Ronald "What shall I swear by?"

Dudley "Do not swear at all;

Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,

Which is the god of my idolatry,

And I'll believe thee."

Ronald "If my heart's dear love--"

Dudley "Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,

I have no joy of this contract to-night:

It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;

Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be

Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!

This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,

May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest

Come to thy heart as that within my breast!"

Ronald "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"

Dudley "What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

Ronald "The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."

Dudley "I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:

And yet I would it were to give again."

Ronald "Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?"

Dudley "But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite."

Hermione "Nurse calls within."

I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!

Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.

Stay but a little, I will come again.

Hermione "exit above."

Ronald "O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.

Being in night, all this is but a dream,

Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.

Hermione "Re-enter Dudley, above."

Dudley "Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honourable,

Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,

By one that I'll procure to come to thee,

Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;

And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay

And follow thee my lord throughout the world."

Hermione Within "Madam!"

Dudley "I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,

I do beseech thee--

Hermione Within "Madam!"

Dudley "By and by, I come:--

To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:

To-morrow will I send."

Ronald "So thrive my soul--"

Dudley "A thousand times good night!"

Hermione "Exit, above."

Ronald "A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from

their books,

But love from love, toward school with heavy looks."

Hermione "Retiring."

Hermione "Re-enter Dudley, above."

Dudley "Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,

To lure this tassel-gentle back again!

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;

Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,

And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,

With repetition of my Romeo's name."

Ronald "It is my soul that calls upon my name:

How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,

Like softest music to attending ears!"

Dudley "Romeo!"

Ronald "My dear?"

Dudley "At what o'clock to-morrow

Shall I send to thee?"

Ronald "At the hour of nine."

Dudley "I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.

I have forgot why I did call thee back."

Ronald "Let me stand here till thou remember it."

Dudley "I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,

Remembering how I love thy company."

Ronald "And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,

Forgetting any other home but this."

Dudley "'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:

And yet no further than a wanton's bird;

Who lets it hop a little from her hand,

Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,

And with a silk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty."

Ronald "I would I were thy bird."

Dudley "Sweet, so would I:

Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night! parting is such

sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night till it be morrow."

Hermione "Ronald climbs up the vine covered lattice and places a gentle kiss upon Dudley's lips in farewell."

Here Weasley climbed upon the table and gave Dursley a quick kiss on the lips. Both blushed a brilliant scarlet.

Hermione "Dudley exit."

Ronald "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell."

The two boys bowed. "We hope that you enjoyed this bit of entertainment over your meal." With that done, they both sat down heavily, not looking at anyone or each other. The whole Hall was in uproarous laughter with some scattered applause. A bit of silence returned when Dumbledore stood up.

"Rarely have I seen so great a proformance in children so young. Bravo! Although I have no idea why you boys did that, I congradulate you." With that the Head Master started clapping. The teachers mostly followed suit, but many of the students were still laughing about the "lover" Gryffindors' kiss.

Harry was silent while his followers laughed at least as hard as the other students. There was a glint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he smirked across the room. Silently, Harry stood and left the Great Hall. Only three people noticed his departure immediately; Draco, Severus, and Krista. Once the rest of the Slytherin first years noticed, they turned to Draco, who motioned them to stay where they were until classes.

Harry ducked behind a pillar in the dungeon hallway. He sank to the floor with a grimly triumphant smile. Lovingly, he stroked Marvolo's head. "So this is what it is like to have power over others. The power to make them do whatever I demand." He muttered. Marvolo lifted his head. The boy was coming along beautifully really. He could not have been more proud had he actually fathered him. "Yes, Lord Pharames, that is power, but this is just a taste. There is so much more of it for the taking, if you want it."

Harry looked at Marvolo with bright eyes, forcibly reminding the snake that the boy was just that, an eleven year old boy. Suddenly, the eyes became intense and hard, the eyes of a killer. "Show me how. Show me how to have more power Marvolo. It tastes sweeter than honey, richer than chocolate, and I want more."

Marvolo would have grinned wide if he could. As it was, he simply said, "You have class Harry. You don't want to be late to Potions, do you?"

AN: Alright, so I added the kiss to the scene and changed the names, but the scene came from and the play is of course originally by Shakespeare. Hmmm, Harry is turning out very nicely. However, I think my Marvolo muse is trying to go into hibernation with the approach of winter. I'll have to fix that... Can't let my most active muse for this story go to sleep for four months now can I?

Also, If anyone could PLEASE give me some ideas on how else to torture Weasley and Dursley I'll give you a chocolate-covered Severus!!! PLEASE??? Someone? Anyone?